Achieving Serenity

The Anonymous Gift

The law of attraction

When I first learned about lucid dreaming, I became fascinated and it became a nightly practice for me. I lay on my bed each night visualizing the places I wanted to go, and the things I wanted to do and kept focused in my brain the thought "Tonight I'm going to lucid dream." I would think of my favorite rapper Lil Wayne, whom I've never seen in real life before. I used him as a reality-indicator- I knew when I saw him in person it meant I was in a dream. By morning I would record each and every memory of my dreams in a journal, strengthening my awareness in both conscious and unconscious realities.

The most memorable lucid dream I've ever had and one that I'll never forget happened a few years ago during Christmastime. I was doing a lot of online shopping during the day hours, and would often visualize different ways I could be of service to strangers. I wanted to do something creative this year- something anonymous; small but thoughtful. I figured I could just make some cookies and deliver it to a stranger's home, but I wouldn't want them to think they were tampered with. I would probably go with a store-bought item that was freshly sealed so the recipient could trust that the gift is, in fact, an anonymous good deed. Anyway, the deed is neither here nor there as far as this story goes. It's the lucid dream I had the night I was mulling all these charitable ideas around.

I went to bed with the normal pre-lucid dream mentality, as I knew this step was necessary for me to have a dream that I will remember. I found myself driving in my car along the freeway as I normally do on a daily basis. The freeway had unusual steep slopes that my dream-based perception paid no mind to until I began noticing vehicles going airborne from the inclined ramps. I braced myself, letting off the accelerator as I saw I was about to go off the same ramp as the cars in front of me. My car kissed the sky as I prayed the nose wouldn't begin rotating in a flip. My dream had me bumping from side-to-side as my car touched base back on the gravel, and I could hear the bottom of my car scrape the street but it appeared I was still driving.

"That's wassup tho!" I heard a raspy voice say coming from my passenger seat. I turned over to see the man in dreads himself- wearing a pink standard-issue baseball cap, shades on with a white T-shirt and leopard print sweatpants, tapping the ashes of a blunt out the passenger window.

I was in a dream. Annoyed with the upcoming traffic, I lifted off and began flying my vehicle past the sucker traffic and over the city, looking to see if I could find my apartment. Surely enough, I found the distinctly shaped complex and began lowering my vehicle to a safe landing. Wayne and I began driving slowly through my familiar parking lot until I saw my own parked car. Not questioning the fact that I don't own more than one car, I pulled into a space next to my car and after hitting the curb from apparently having inept depth perception, I put the car in park and stepped out of my vehicle to confirm that I was in a black Lamborghini, similar to one I've seen Lil Wayne drive in music videos. Before I slammed the car door shut, Lil Wayne piped up, "Hey! Give him this!" he exclaimed as he reached over across to the driver seat. I retracted the car door and saw he was holding a green sack with a red ribbon tied around it.

I grabbed the festive gift from the rap star and walked up to my apartment door, and opened the unlocked entrance. I placed the green sack on the kitchen counter, then went into my cupboard. I saw a green box of Snackwells, a chocolate cookie snack that I remember from my youth. I began munching them, recalling the deliciously nostalgic taste.

The rest of the dream is not relevant to the story I'm telling you, so I'll spare you those details. I woke up the next morning remembering Snackwells, and mentally noting that I should leave a box of them on a stranger's doorstep as an anonymous Christmas gift. I actually ended up going into my cupboard this day, expecting to see the same green box I saw in my lucid dream. Of course, there was no green box of Snackwells in there, as I hadn't consumed them in about twenty-five years.

Two days go by, and something happened that to this day I still question. I came home after spending some time at my parent's house on Sunday, and as I walked up to my one-bedroom apartment, I noticed a green sack on my welcome mat with a small white index card next to it. I figured it was a gift from my neighbor Helen, as she was one to give small surprises here and there, and had been known to leave cards at my doorstep. I reached down to grab it and felt my heart drop as I noticed the red ribbon around it, and immediately remembered my dream. I pick up the gifts and could immediately tell the sack carried a small rectangular box, and the card next to it merely said, "Merry Christmas!"

I walked into my kitchen and after struggling with the untying of that deadly-tied knot, I stared in a daze at my secret Santa gift- a box of Snackwells. I had never mentioned that I had these as a kid to Helen; how did she know I like these? I then thought of my mother, who was the only one who really knew of my joy for them. I had just come from mother's house and she had given me some holiday treats already; I live 30 minutes away from my parent's house and there is no way they could've delivered these. Naturally, I asked Helen, but sure enough, she did not leave that gift.

Now, I am a member of the Mormon Church, and we are known for delivering holiday treats to other members especially during Christmastime, but it wasn't common to see an anonymous one, without even dropping a hint that it came from somebody of the Mormon Church. Snackwells are also a fairly popular dessert that is still sold in stores after so many years, so it all could have been merely a coincidence.

It had to be a coincidence... right?

I don't believe it was a coincidence. I believethat I attracted those treats with the power of intention.